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Yet, this is now, your “home”; and undoubtedly, has many attractions still.

    But why so absorbed in thought? Think you, I can read them? Permit me to try for once.— Well- thoughts of “by-gone days” are here. Memory brings back , many pleasant, and mournful recollections- Ah! I will not trespass upon these sacred thoughts!   Here are thoughts of the “Future”:- connected somewhat with your business. These “hard times” make you wonder what will become of “Poor me”. Now such thoughts are not befitting you! One who can “do so much better in the West”, should not be thinking seriously about “hard times”! When we New Englanders entertain no fears! But here is one more stray thought— you are wondering why no letters come from Warwick. So arousing from the reverie you hasten to the Office.  And your dilatory friend will hasten too, that you may not be disappointed again.
    I was very happy to hear, so directly, from your Sister Lydia. She must have enjoyed those “reading-circles” very much I think. I do not seem to have any recollections of the Rev. Mr. Billings. He may have preached here, however, sometime ago. You, too, must haved enjoyed those evenings spent in reading, and talking, with “Josephine”.  Can I wonder, that you miss them? Such social enjoyment, with your dear Wife, must have greatly augmented your domestic happiness.
    You ask us to tell you “what we think of what you have written,” and to criticise.  I think you have written us good letters.— but I do not love to criticise. Your views in regard to conjugal happiness, I think are correct. Yet you know I cannot answer from experience. Still I have been a close observer of those, who sustain this relationship, and of course, have my own thoughts on the subject. I believe, there should true sympathy exist between the husband and Wife in everything. And that there should be an entire frankness, and unreserved confidence, on the part of each. Without these confiding elements, I have no faith to believe, that companions are happy.
    But with not trusting hearts, let their happiness wither and die, by neglecting